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Chapter 170 The Tomb of the Deceitful King
Chapter 170 The Tomb of the Deceitful King
Ling Xiao was completely dumbfounded. He hadn't expected things to be so complicated. He had thought he had broken through to the Great Dao Saint level.
They will soon step forward and brutally defeat Taiqing and Yuanshi, then stabilize the situation, survive for a period of time, and eventually annihilate the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun.
You will be free.
But things weren't as simple as he thought.
After hearing what the future Ling Xiao said, Ling Xiao used his divine sense to look down into the past, but the past was nothingness.
That place, which they actually lived in, didn't even exist...
Only a vast expanse of white fog remained.
But suddenly.
As the white mist dissipated, Ling Xiao saw his past self and also that azure planet.
A warm glow shone in Ling Xiao's eyes.
How can a person not have a past?
What kind of existence is someone who has no past?
He was in the next moment.
Clearly visible on that blue planet sat unfamiliar faces, dressed in ancient attire.
It was a high platform, and they sat there, looking down at the planet.
Ling Xiao followed their gaze and the distance between them instantly increased to the ground.
This is not Earth, it's clearly an ancient world!
Every familiar face was dressed in ancient clothing.
Parents, homeroom teacher, first love, childhood friend, classmates, boss, colleagues...
Ling Xiao noticed the meaningful smiles on the faces of the spectators, as if they were enjoying a movie.
The Truman Show?
Ling Xiao was stunned. He seemed to understand. The parents from Hongmeng in the world shaped a planet within the primordial womb, a replica of Earth.
In the past, I simply couldn't see through those people's appearances or their true strength.
Now, they are clearly people I can't understand at all!
It's so unfamiliar...
Ling Xiao looked at the high platform and wondered who those people watching the show were.
Could it be their parents' enemy...?
Ling Xiao glared angrily, and at that very moment, the group of people sitting there watching the show above the azure planet's atmosphere all turned their gazes toward him.
Their gazes collided with Ling Xiao's eyes at that moment.
The viewing distance suddenly closed!
Ling Xiao clearly saw the surprise in these people's eyes.
In the next instant, they transformed into streams of gas, each with a complex color and a variety of shapes.
That was the aura of the Great Dao's laws.
However, every single one of the Great Dao Laws was tainted with black demonic energy, making it appear extremely ferocious.
Suddenly, a sound that reverberated throughout the heavens and myriad realms rang out.
"Live in the past and don't affect his future."
Suddenly, a prison enveloped the three thousand Great Daos, binding them together.
In the void, the illusory shadows of a man and a woman, reflecting the vastness of time and space, gaze toward the heavens.
Ling Xiao felt as if he was about to melt the moment they made eye contact, and he immediately retreated from a certain fragment of the past.
In the palace in the East Sea, the future Lingxiao said, "Don't waste your energy."
"The Three Thousand Great Daos have long since become like the Heavenly Dao, possessing selfishness."
Ling Xiao asked, "If that's the case, then why does the Great Dao of the Primordial World appear so impartial?"
"This brings us to our parents. In order to help us convert the curse of the Three Thousand Great Daos, they did not hesitate to cultivate a spiritual consciousness and make it become the Primordial Great Dao."
"This is what Lingxiao said in the future."
"Remember, you only have ten thousand years left. Ten thousand years from now, the servants of the Three Thousand Great Daos and the endless extraterrestrial demons will descend upon the Primordial World to kill you and obliterate it."
"This is called the Immeasurable Great Calamity."
"Then it's okay, our parents will reshape the timeline and bring back the primordial world."
"We will be reincarnated again, and we will be killed again."
The future Ling Xiao, his eyes red, like a trapped beast, asked, "Is this kind of life freedom?"
Ling Xiao remained silent.
Lingxiao from the future said, "We have died two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times!"
"Every time you become a Great Saint, your future self will fear that your changes will be erased."
"But in this life, you've been tainted by love. You're too emotional, which has led to me being less rational."
"That's why I came!"
"But my old friend, why have you created so many entanglements for yourself?"
"I have good brothers, a woman who loves you, and a disciple you cherish..."
"Was it because those two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lifetimes were too lonely?"
"Promise me that ten thousand years from now, you will annihilate the endless extraterrestrial demons, melt the three thousand Great Daos, and go to the Primordial Chaos, which is our homeland."
Ling Xiao was pondering just how powerful the Heavenly Demons from the Endless Realms were.
Ten thousand years later, when an immeasurable calamity descends, will I have the strength to resolve it?
Having died 2,999 times, meaning that in each of these countless reincarnations, there was no emotional bond in this life as in the past, which is why the future self can abandon rationality and risk losing itself to travel through time and space to remind itself.
If the Three Thousand Great Paths generate self-awareness, why would they curse themselves?
What crime have I committed this time...?
Ling Xiao looked at his future self and smiled, "Did I marry Nuwa? Did we have a bunch of children?"
Lingxiao fell silent.
The smile on Ling Xiao's face gradually froze.
In the future, Lingxiao waved his sleeve, shattering space and time. It was a void filled with gloom and desolation, and in the distance, one could vaguely see the broken Buzhou Mountain and the Kunlun Mountain, weathered beyond recognition.
The corpses of gods and demons are everywhere.
There was no sun, no moon, just desolation.
Ling Xiao saw a vast cemetery planted with countless trees, but all the trees had lost their vitality and had become just withered trunks.
The tombs, one after another, stretch as far as the eye can see.
The first tombstone is inscribed with the words: "Tomb of the Demon Slayer, Hongjun".
The second one is for welcoming...
And Houtu...
Taiqing Laozi, Yuanshi...
The Master of Heaven...
Ling Xiao looked at these tombs in disbelief, with portraits of people on the tombstones.
One by one, familiar faces were buried there...
Millions sit in graves, surrounded by only weeds. They are buried in a desolate world, where there is no warmth, no comfort.
God is dead, and the devil is destroyed.
What grudges, what closeness, it was all just a fleeting dream.
Ling Xiao then saw among the millions of graves an even larger one, with his own name engraved on the tombstone.
"The Tomb of the Deceitful King, Lingxiao."
"The Tomb of Nuwa, the Demon Clan".
This is a joint burial tomb.
In an instant, Ling Xiao felt dizzy and saw a man and a woman lying in the tomb through the grave. The once fair-skinned and beautiful Nuwa now had snow-white hair and an aged face, as if she had exhausted her life force in life.
"All the primordial creatures perished in battle?"
Ling Xiao looked at his future self, his voice trembling.
He wanted to foresee the future and witness the immeasurable calamity, but he felt pain all over his body. Looking down, he saw three thousand chains of order binding him, flickering uncertainly.
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said, "In the future, I broke free of my shackles, and thus gained temporary freedom."
"Do you know who buried us?"
The next moment, Ling Xiao saw a burly man carrying a large axe appear in the cemetery. The man's eyes seemed to transcend time and space as he met Ling Xiao's gaze.
(End of this chapter)